a Dreamer

      It’s just been 2 days since the storm had ended, It’s not the usual me for the moment. It’s a Saturday afternoon and I am already bored watching TV and re-ordering my closet. I am looking forward to dance at club crazily tonight, not because I had a hectic work week, but I’m still intoxicated with the blood that I was feeding my mind and body for the entire last month.

The journey, which began last month with a friend casually checking with me if I’d be interested to be part of a celebration in the campus, little did I know, I would be doing something which I had never done before. Yet still, I nodded in agreement. The grueling sessions would start right at 4:30 PM every work day, yes right after a mentally and tiring day at work, filled with back to back meetings and impending deadlines of tasks and the session would end after a good 90-120 minutes. But these grueling sessions were filled with meeting new souls and understanding their value in riding the storm. Some became special along the journey and others promised to be there for-ever. The smiles and laughter along the sweat and pain were probably a sign that, Life is all about moments like these. I was getting a dose it every day.

Come weekend or weekday, the sessions, not so grueling now though, kept going on. Even if all the souls who had volunteered to be part of it, were along or had to drift away, the show had to go on. Came the D-Day and it was time to let the world know, I have arrived. My Gang and I jumped on the floor as the music started. Track after track, it was a non stop performance of 15 mins. the audience rushed in the and every tiny space was occupied by the to find out what was on. Photos were clicked, videos were recorded in cell phones. The crowd was hooting and clapping. It was exhilarating. My first ever flash mob performance had just been completed, It was absolutely overwhelming to be there that moment. For a person who wouldn’t dance with anything but his hands, shifting your body and grooving to the beats, was a strange feeling.

The Flash Mob was a success, my friend, my dance partner and mentors who trusted, I could do it, had a smile on their face. I was glad, I had not disappointed them. That definitely called for a celebration and we did head out, to have our share of fun. New friends were created and some awesome memories too.

Flash Mob on my checklist, now stands ticked.